Greased Goose

Here is a true tale from a friend of mine in Boulder, Colorado. I do have permission to repeat her story and she was kind enough to send pictures as visual aids.  I doubt I can really do this story justice, but it is definitely worth an effort.

My friend Jen has an adopted dog named Charley and a little Jack Russell Terrier named Goose, which she shares her house with.  When Jen got home, Charley and his human mom, Gio, happily greeted Jen--but Goose was less than enthusiastic which was very uncharacteristic. (This story gets way better, I promise. I'm just setting the scene).

This is what Goose normally looks like: happy, active, and ready for anything!

Jen noticed right away "the Fuzz" (Goose's nickname) was not acting normal: she was lethargic and didn't even come over to say "hi" to her owner. Gio said that while she had been cleaning the house all day, Goose was her usual self; but, upon returning to the house for the evening dog walk, Gio noticed Goose sprinting from room to room, almost bouncing off the walls.

At this point Jen and Gio were pretty sure Goose had consumed something potentially poisonous and are quite concerned.  Gio remembers that while she was cleaning the house, Goose got into something with a wrapper on it, on their roommate's bed. A quick, frantic call to the roommate reveals that Goose has eaten a cookie with marijuana in it! The roommate had gotten it as a gift a while back and had no idea what to do with it. Ha! Goose took care of that.

Jen was mortified and begged Gio to call the vet: she couldn't bring herself to do it! After learning that Goose would make a full recovery--depending on how bad her munchies get--they laughed about it the rest of the night and kept an eye on Stoner Goose. Eating weed made Goose very paranoid: Charley would walk by her too fast and she'd spin around to try to let her brain catch up with the tracers from the  image she just saw whir by, which caused her to fall completely over, biting at her tail!

Stoner Goose

Here's what Gio had to say about the phone call to the vet:

"So when I called the vet, without hesitation, the vet tech rolled right into what to do if your dog eats pot brownies. I could just hear the conversation once we hung up:

"Hey Joe. Do we have a dog coming in?"

"Nope, just another stoned pup." 

More from Gio: 

"Just glad Goose didn't roll from her crashed-out state right into the munchies...God knows what she would have eaten then!"

When interviewed, here's what Jen had to say about her ordeal: "Contrary to this story, we usually don’t allow the pups doobie on a week night."

Only in Boulder...